Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials-Chapter 200 - 125: The Eighth Underground Floor?

Standing under a gigantic plaque, Zheng Yi stopped in his tracks.

Staring at the words "Chairman's Office," a slight trace of surprise appeared on Zheng Yi's calm face. Then he walked up, kicked the door open, and stepped inside.

"I did not expect the Black God Group to have such boldness, having the resolve to perish together with the enemy and descend into hell."

In the spacious and grand chairman's office, a middle-aged man stood with his back to Zheng Yi, facing the large floor-to-ceiling window, as if admiring the doomsday scene.

As Zheng Yi's footsteps drew near, he slowly turned his swivel chair, revealing his true appearance: a handsome middle-aged man sitting upright in the boss's chair, his face overcast, staring intently at Zheng Yi without blinking.

Zheng Yi seemed oblivious to his gaze, swaggering over, seating himself on the opposite side of the large desk, then looked up and, in a calm voice, spoke.

"As the chairman, you detonated the subordinate ghost masters and transformed the entire mansion into a super ghost realm, dragging it into an alternate dimension, and you're actually here waiting for me?!"

"I can't fathom why you wouldn't flee and instead stay here, planning to take me out, right? Or is there another ambush hidden here?"

Zheng Yi surveyed the surroundings and suddenly spoke with implied meaning. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"The current Black God Mansion is a tomb for ghosts, you've destroyed our century-old foundation, and I didn't expect you would dare rush in here; indeed, you've got guts, not surprising you could suddenly rise to power and occupy half of Luo City."

The handsome middle-aged chairman glared at Zheng Yi, speaking word by word.

His tone was very calm, yet filled with boundless coldness, accompanied by sarcasm and a cold smile.

"Originally, we planned to sacrifice the entire Black God Mansion, using the power of this alternate dimension to initiate a 'Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts' ceremony, obliterating the entire Luo City, dragging the whole city into hell."

"Since our Black God Group no longer exists, others shouldn't think they'll have an easy time either..."

"I just didn't expect that the highest leader of the settlement actually had the audacity to come in personally; since you're here, old grudges and new, let's settle them together. You shouldn't think about walking out of here again."

Looking at Zheng Yi, the chairman of the Black God Group spoke coldly.

His words were clear: since the entire Black God Group was gone, they didn't mind dragging everyone together down to hell.

This kind of action is something only a gambler, who has lost everything at the table and been driven to madness, would do.

The chairman of the Black God Group was prepared to do just that, clearly another ruthless person, decisive and cold-hearted, a figure akin to a tyrant.

"Ha ha, I think you don't look pretty, but your thoughts sure are!"

Hearing the other's words, Zheng Yi instead laughed; not only did he believe the other couldn't accomplish such a thing, but even if they were to drag all of Luo City with them, he wouldn't accept any threat. That would harm his Dao Heart and cloud his thoughts.

Regardless, even if the world were destroyed, he could always return to the Great Yi City Immortal Realm and hide for a while, then come back a hero after a few days, not to mention a mere Luo City?

It's none of his concern.

Zheng Yi didn't care at all and instead looked at the middle-aged man opposite him, saying.

"Stop with the pretend stuff. Since I dared to come in, I've already prepared. Besides, you've hidden so many people; I can already smell that sickening stench of dead spirits, why not let them out for me to see, so you can't say I didn't give you a chance..."

Zheng Yi's Divine Soul was powerful, far beyond an ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage; from the moment he entered, he felt something was off, now looking at the other's expression, his suspicion deepened.

"Very good, very good!"

"Indeed, you have guts, not surprising as the culprit who destroyed our Black God Group's century-old foundation!"

Yet the middle-aged chairman continued to sneer, his cold voice echoing once more, saying.

"I know what you rely on, which is the five ghosts outside the door; don't worry, someone is already 'taking care' of them for you. Now, you better focus on your own safety!"

"Come out! Today he cannot leave here alive!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a surge of black mist swirled around the gigantic office, floorboards lifted, ceilings exploded, and cracks opened in the corners... humanoid figures dressed in black clothes suddenly appeared.

Zheng Yi glanced around; four directors of the group emerged out of nowhere, dressed impeccably, but each of these four was a formidable ghost master, each releasing a multitude of powerful ghosts.

These Fierce Ghosts were of much higher quality than the ghosts typical ghost masters controlled, all elite, at least at High Tier of Qi Cultivation, with the leading ones being gigantic mutated Demon Spirits, not inferior to an Early Stage of Foundation Establishment.

Before Zheng Yi could rise, the Black God Group chairman across from him casually waved his hand, turning the surging black mist into ferocious howling Fierce Ghosts, swarming towards Zheng Yi.

In an instant, the once-vacant parlor of the office was crowded with Evil Ghosts and fierce souls, black ghostly mist gushing forth, encasing Zheng Yi.

Headed by a Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment Ghost King, accompanied by several Foundation Establishment Evil Ghosts and a host of powerful High Tier Fierce Ghosts, emanating icy coldness that seemed to freeze the very space of the entire office hall.

"Not bad! This is interesting!"

Facing the encirclement of a hundred ghosts, Zheng Yi's expression stayed the same, unfazed, instead extending his right hand to grasp in the void.